Undercover Lover Lyrics

Can't stand to be under an undercover lover

Baby you know I like ya on top

Ya can't be my mother, no other lover

Can love me 'til the last drop

I want to write this thesis about your pieces

And your accomplishments

Me miro mi rolej, yo I check I the roley

Can't say how much time I spent

Trying to figure out all the amounts

To make an account for every ounce of that

Man I wanna pounce or drink from the fount

And I have no doubt that you are a cloud

A fleeting moment in time

Can't stand to be under an undercover lover

Baby you know I like it all over

Ya can't be my mother, no other lover

Will let you cry on his shoulder

I want to write a sonnet inside your bonnet

So you can rock that shit

Me miro mi rolej, yo I check I the roley

Realized that time ain't shit

Trying to figure out all the amounts

To make an account for every ounce of that

Man I wanna pounce or drink from the fount

And I have no doubt that you are a cloud

A fleeting moment in time

A fleeting moment in rhyme

A fleeting moment in space

A fleeting moment in waists

A fleeting moment inside

A fleeting moment in stride

A fleeting moment in sound

A fleeting moment in town

A fleeting moment I'm home

A fleeting moment I'm gone

Nothing lasts forever but forever I rhyme

Lighter than a feather to forever we climb

Never on lazy live a life in recline

On the treadmill with the hill incline

Man I keep a beat, keep the heat in time

Electro funk for your soul and mind

Living in the paz but that's peace not time

Por amigos I flows with signs

Man I speak brail, holy grail oh my

Go to holy hell if you cuts my line

I want change and sense in timelines

Or backbones withstanding these times

Beginnings is humble, so I don't fumble

No I don't mumble, this speak up rap

Man on the humble, command zag and undo

The flow is rapunzel and that is a fact

A beautiful take, and that is a wrap

It's all said and done and it's ya last act, yo

Moms want a lex, I wanna pay my loans back

Then buy a house, sell it out, and flip that

Invest in kickstarters from the hood and get stacks

Then cut tax for myself with give backs

Say ya gotta give out to get back

Satan get me behind get back

Remember the kids that use to get left back

Doing alright 'cause opinions ain't facts, preach dat

Preach dat, boy you could preach dat

Got dominion in Virginia boy you could preach dat

Put the ill in Danville, it's so true I seek dat

When I come to the city, they greet wit heat pack

The loud pack, oh well that's that

Syncopated spitter for the feet to pit pat